62 The Costello

The clear night sky suddenly covers with heavy dark clouds. Slowly, the small droplets of rain begun pouring down from the sky and as the second passed by it turns heavy creating a clattering sound as it hits on the roof of the car. The beautiful night sky turn gloomy and the glass window beside me slowly covers with moist and fogs.

I press my lips together, the inclement weather stirred something inside me. It drags me back on that night. I recall how the rain pours heavily from the sky that night while I was watching how the huge fire swallow our house. Together with the raindrops, my tears was blinding my eyes. The fire was so huge that even the heavy rain doesn't make it stop. I was crying and screaming for help but no one listen. The inclement weather that night get along with my breaking heart and grieving soul. And up until now, everything was all vivid inside my head.

Enzo was right. How did I manage to hold back seeing my enemy every day?

I fisted my hands and my gaze sharpe